Fraying Edges

Fraying edges of a worn-out soul,
tearing seams from a once-whole.
I’m unraveling, losing control,
in the fraying edges, find my role.

Stitch by stitch, the fabric tears,
each threadbare strand a tale of scares.
In the fraying edges, life compares
to a patchwork of unending snares.

If you find me here,
caught in the fray,
pull me out, lead the way.
From the fraying edges,
I dare not stray,
save me before I completely decay.